Daryl and I have been together for almost 6 years. I guess that doesn’t sound overly impressive, after all it’s barely “a pottery anniversary” in straight years; however, in gay years when you’re talking about two very immature men, it’s on the cusp of a friggin’ silver anniversary!
Daryl doesn’t realize it, but I love to watch him in action (not THAT kind of action, perverts). I get quite a charge out of just observing him interact with others while we’re out at dinner or a family function or even just out in public at the mall.
Last night we were out for cocktails and a bite to eat with some co-workers of mine, and I became totally engaged in his carrying on a conversation to one of them. Now mind you, Daryl has plowed right in with all of my co-workers from day one. He’s suffered through gossip, drunkards as well as the latest company reorganization. He’s had to strike up conversations with the spouses and girl/boyfriend of the month of many a salesperson and he’s done so impressively with flying colors! Side note: Now that I actually think about it, some of my friendly sales folk actually seem to like Daryl more than me.
Anyway, after about the third cocktail, I found myself getting slightly aroused while staring at and listening to my man get intellectual! I don’t even remember what the conversation was about; what’s with that? No curse words or dirty talk, no one whispering “Daddy” in a low-guttural voice. No winking or grabbing inappropriate body parts. It was like I had a crush on L.L. Cool J or something!
I found myself gazing like a silly schoolboy at his expressions, his smile and his shit-brown gorgeous eyes as he was expressing an opinion to another person. I felt myself smiling hard, and actually getting aroused as he laughed, rubbed his chin and continued on with the conversation. As I got up and embarrassingly adjusted myself before heading to the restroom to quickly unload some rented alcohol, he turned, smiled and helped to pull my barstool so I could get out.
As I strutted awkwardly across the restaurant floor to the men’s room, I began to ponder where I could begin my search for a unique piece of pottery.